TMI Thursday: The last of this type of tale

Mom and Dad, please skip this one.

You all may have the impression that I behaved very badly when I lived in San Diego. And the truth is, I often did. Also, it depends on your definition of "badly."

The only time I have ever gotten in trouble with my brother - my younger brother - was this one time. In San Diego.

We were both living there, although we had completely separate social lives. Our groups of friends had no overlap. I thought.

So this one evening, I went to a party with my then-boyfriend. It was at an apartment near the airport - right in the flight path. Which only matters because the planes flew very close overhead.

It was a dull party, and at some point, I wandered out to join my boyfriend and a group of seven or eight people on the porch. They were playing a game in which every time a plane flew by, they'd take a sip of their drink.

At some point the game morphed. It became every time a plane flew by, you'd take off a piece of clothing. And once you got naked, you'd put on a piece of clothing with each passing plane.

Not complicated. Nor sexual. And really only racy because of the nudity.

I mean, I get that nudity can be seen as racy. But still.

Eventually someone inside wandered out, and they were promptly shooed back in. Nobody who wasn't playing was allowed to come out on the porch. If you weren't willing to participate, you couldn't hang out and gawk.

It was, however, the talk of the party fairly quickly.

So at some point, in various stages, we all got naked. And then we all got dressed. It turned out the good thing about being first naked was that you were first dressed.

Something to remember, in case you play this at home.

And then eventually, all dressed, the group wound up wandering indoors and went on with the party. And then went home and went on with our lives. As if nothing had happened. Because really, nothing of consequence had.

But a week or two later, I was over at my brother's house. We were in his kitchen, in front of his fridge, on which he had a group picture - the two of us with Jane, my boyfriend, and a couple other people.

My brother said, "So, had anything interesting happen lately?"

"Nothing, really. You?"

"Funny you should ask."

And with his tone, I know this is going somewhere.

"So, Lis, I had a bunch of people over last week. And we're in the kitchen, standing right here, and this one guy I know points to this picture and says, 'Dude! How do you know this girl?'"

"Me?"

"You. And before I can tell him you're my sister, he says, 'I saw her naked at a party last weekend!'"

And he gives me a Very Stern Look.

Welllll, yah.